More harness trouble

Vanessa had hurried to the top of the walkway. It hadn't taken much to lose the Enchantress' dress, and slipping into the loose fairy dress was a breeze, even if there wasn't time enough to get back into her bra. She was due back on stage soon.

She ran through what felt like a storm of glitter, and freed her hair from under the Enchantress' intimidating wig, to prepare again for the fairy's scene. Then she had just to glower pointedly at the stagehand manning the harness as she made it up above the stage.

A few notes were played as the set below was changed. She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and let herself lower. This time she pointedly kept her hands at waist-level, holding onto the rope that kept her suspended. She was not getting spun around again.

This scene was simple enough. She was to show she was helping Chris's hero by tricking one of the Enchantress' minions, in this case a troll that would normally be played by Max in an impressively puffed up outfit, but instead was played by Max in disappointed looking straggly bits of plastic.

"You down there!" Vanessa said. It took a moment for her to realize she was still using the Enchantress' register, and she adjusted her voice hastily. "You down there!"

"A fairy!" Max said.

He whirled around melodramatically, paused, smiled, and proceeded to whirl around again, evidently enjoying himself.

"Yes, it is I, a good- ah!"

Vanessa had barely started her line when a jerk of the harness, still keeping her suspended, saw her breasts slip out of the loose neckline of the dress. She squealed, reddening; normally her bra would stop that happening, and normally the dress wouldn't be slightly stretched from her hastily pulling it on and off.

She drew her hands in, to tug up the hemline so make herself decent again. The instant she let go of the rope, she started spinning again, rapidly ending up upside down, skirt sliding to reveal her panties anew.

She yelped, grabbing at the rope again, managing to right herself just in time for the neckline to slip again.

"It is- ah, I, a good, er, fairy, and you are, ahhh, a servant of evil!" she whimpered, alternating between having her panties or her boobs bared, starting to get a little dizzy from constantly spinning.

Okay, she needed to choose. Vanessa swallowed. She couldn't keep spinning, and she couldn't just do the scene upside down, so that just left...

She grabbed at the rope tightly, reddening, as she felt the neckline of the dress once again slip lower, and she couldn't do anything about it, instead keeping her balance with both hands on the rope. That was all that kept her the right way up and panties concealed, for what that was worth.

"I am sworn to defeat the forces of good!" Max declared.

Then he looked out at the audience, clearly proud of his own bombastic delivery. He smiled with a mix of nerves and pride, and bowed tentatively, then bowed again, distracted.

Vanessa blushed, and managed to strain her leg enough to kick him with a bare foot from where she was suspended. he was not dragging this out any longer than it had to be!

"Oh, er, yes!" Max said. "Tell me, oh good fairy, where is the knight that aids you?"

"HeisintheWindonmereBog, notintheCitynotatall," Vanessa babbled. Then eeped as she made the mistake of looking out, reminding herself both of the audience, and of the cameras that were broadcasting their play of the week.

Blushing, she turned her attention to an empty spot on the set and stared at that, trying to forget both her exposure, and how many people could see.

"Not in the city, but in the bog?" Max thundered.

He smiled to himself again. Vanessa kicked him, squirming as the straps of her dress started to slid lower and lower down her shoulders, her fidgeting with the harness not exactly keeping her exposure subtle.

"Oh, er, yes! Then to the Bog I must go, and lead my trollish troops!" Max said.

"Yougodothatandrememberheisnotatallanywherenearthecitygoodbye!" Vanessa said.

And wailed as she was lifted up off the top of the stage, quickly starting to clutch her arms over her breasts as soon as she was on vaguely solid ground.